THE DESIRE - -

let me to flow, on the unclouded sky,
the maverick spirit desires 
the prolonged awaited 
liberation, do not 
attempt to tie
me in 
your illusive lattice, I'm free from all 
pseudo attachment, do not 
know where is my 
destination,
just 
aimless, life wants floating beyond -
the horizon, it's dream or a 
way of anonymous 
travel, I've 
prepared to touch the transparent - -
heart, that's a cognition or 
someone's true love, 
do not know 
exactly !
but life wants to scatter as fragrance
with unseen pollen of purity,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

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art by holt

CELESTIAL PERCEPTION - -

charlatan night, moon, or a magical 
pearl, what's floating in your
eyes, I'm running out 
of control, the 
strange 
fascination snatching the persona -
from existence, a little weird 
addiction is in your 
proximity, it's 
hard to 
explain in play of words, Infatuated
moment, life is captivated, 
in your mysterious 
love, now 
whatever will be consequence, the
mind doesn't care, in this 
moment we've to live, 
in this moment
even the
death can not prevent to love, it's -
a perception beyond all the 
boundaries - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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spirits-of-the-night

YOU'RE ALWAYS CLOSER - -

in those cyclonic moments of life,
your overwhelm love, couldn't
let me destitute, and
that reason
my
persona every time emerged - -
with amazing way, do not
know, what's the
hidden in
your
deep affinity, such as the remote
edge, itself comes closer,
the sinking of sun,
has its own
fixed
compulsion, but you never goes
away from me, no matter
how much is dense
of darkness,
and
the inner illumination, shows - -
the path in - between
turmoil moments,
life becomes
refresh
as
soon as storm passes toward
the unseen destination !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


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cloudy emotion

HALF BLOOMED ASPIRES - -

so melancholia isn't good, ever, try 
to touch the inner emotion 
of mine, since a 
decade I'm
waiting
for 
your glimpse of a smile, everything 
in life is not desired, something 
always remains a little
incomplete, and 
that's the
point
which appeals to life for weaving - 
new dreams, life wants a 
little riddance from
monotony, a 
bliss 
which can fill some meaning in the 
survival, it was a matter which 
has passed away 
yesterday,
today 
says, the unknown trail dipped in -
dew, waits for a short stroll,
in your reflection still 
existed some 
ray of 
beautiful morning, the aspire of - 
some half bloomed feelings,
in your eyes still 
inhabited 
the 
colony of fireflies with mazarine - -
beauty - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by ann mortimer

DO NOT REFUSE - -

toss a pleasure again, winning - 
and losing in its place, in 
your eyes again 
emerging
some 
reflection of spring, so just all -
sorrow and pain, strew 
in the smoke, still
life has few 
breath
dipped into the redolent feeling,
do not discuss the matter 
of heartbreaking, in 
this moment 
I love to 
live
into prolonged life, do not say - 
you haven't time, this 
moment has the
origin point
of new 
dream, a path which goes in - - 
the silvan of evergreen
expectation - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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pink beauty

EXALTATION OF MIND - -

let's fill colors to the dream again, 
who knows the mood of 
season, maybe 
in a blink
entire
scenario will change, before the 
cloudy sky, let's make 
some space in 
each others
heart, 
who knows the rain will soak all 
the passionate feelings, 
still exaltation of 
mind is 
juvenescent, do not hesitate to 
unfold the nodules of 
compact emotion,
everything 
is in 
today's fist, tomorrow nobody - -
has seen - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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painting by artist Diane Morgan

THE WHIM OF MIND - -

how much is the depth of deception 
in your eyes, hard to say, but 
there's an attraction
surely, and 
hence, 
life 
forgets consequence of immersion,
something is hidden in your 
light of eyes, that even 
holding the 
breath,
the
heart becomes difficile, moves - - -
as unbound wild stream, with 
arbitrary waves, trembling 
edge, overhanging 
branches
look
it with amazingly but where stops the 
whim of mind - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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impressionism-flower-paintings

THE RETURN - -

reason behind the compulsion to 
return, maybe whatever,
one thing is clear,
it's not so
easy 
to break the chain of affections -
in your heart somewhere 
still existed the ardor
for unclouded 
sky, the 
reality
and dream, I know never meets - 
but, life has it's own outlook,
longing to live has a 
different depth,
even -
willingly I can't say you good bye, 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
rainy night alone

THE WAY OF SURVIVAL - -

we may exist, or may not be but 
the flow of season never
stops, amid the 
earth and
sky 
perhaps, there's some hidden - -
annexture, we meet or not,
that's matter of the
destiny, but 
flowers
will
bloom again, with intoxicating - -
spring, springer of new 
expectations have
to reappear 
with 
innovative definitions, and that's
the indication of life, beauty
and purity, unleashing 
generosity of 
nature 
never goes to finish, it teaches -
survival in all the events - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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night lily

TOWARD THE CELESTIAL LIGHT - -

journey of life never ends, someone
will support or not, the season
has to change the chest
of earth, with new 
possibilities,
and 
that's the beauty of nature which fills
innovative dreams into the 
hydrous eyes, maybe 
you've your own
compulsion,
but 
I've to go beyond the stars, a river -
of light, it's heard existed in 
the space of emotion,
where every 
face 
looks illuminated with selfless love,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL    
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
season of bloom